It was chilly Tuesday night, but it was beautiful. We were near the Mexican border and the Pacific Ocean. The plants and birds were tropical. I woke up early again - it was dark still and the skies were absolutely gorgeous. Devotion was, well, it was one of Hermann's devotions. I think we wrapped up in about 2 and a half hours. Hermann always encourages and challenges us.
We were then off to the clinic. Breakfast was waiting and was really good. We had some lemonade from a fruit that was a combination of tangerine and lemon. It was so good - it was still warm since they had to boil the water for us. The tortillas were excellent, Mexican style they called then because they were thinner.
Thr clinic was really good, but heartbreaking at the same time. The people were so open to the gospel because they have nothing else to hope in or trust in. I sat with two women who broke my heart. The first, Helen, was taking care of her siblings. Her mother died recently and although she was old enough to leave home, but believed she needed to stay with the kids because her father is so angry. I just felt for her. The other had a precious baby named Fernando. He could barely hear or so. He feet turned in. His mom had such a sweet spirit - they will stick with me for a long time.
We were there all day, leaving around 3:30 for the long drive home. We rode through a gorgeous coffee plantation. It was dotted with shanty-like homes that the plantation owners provided for the workers. It is the rainy season so it rained and rained. It quickly got dark and driving on those roads without lights was a new interesting experience. Radio driving gained a new meaning (they radio to each other when it's clear to pass, etc). It can be unnerving.
It was a late night and we were exhausted.
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